An ongoing saga of self-absorption and paranoia (which beats the heck out of the Real World.)

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

THIN ICE...

(begun Tuesday 12th October at 5.35am...)

So much for the imagined cease-fire… *keels over… I went through to the lounge about 10 minutes ago, and stood briefly fumbling with the front door key… Not briefly enough, as a truly savage jab of pain hit my lower spine and I was hard put not to squeak out loud.. Bullseye for Balliram! *applauds…
An easy target, standing inches from the television, and the entry point of Telkom's wireless cable? Pay mos attention julle…..
Thick as I am, I'm fully aware that by describing his prowess, I open myself up to further abuse.. OTOH, it's only fair that you are apprised of every option available to the WUG Network Controller nearest you…

GP’s around the country must be baffled by the increased cases of ‘tinnitus’ and bone inflammation, and sales of Voltaren must be going through the roof… (Though alas, I doubt they're baffled enough to connect the dots and sound the alarm.)
The young man said earnestly that if I felt the frequency and power output in my home wasn’t complying with regulations, I should contact Telkom… Izzat a fact? Should I give it a try.? *looks at the Telecoms Agent and keels on over….
The Microwave Boffin? Not a chance.. He's near enough to retirement for it to be risky for him to raise any objections at all, so he's off the hook…

At this point ONLY Jannie van Zyl has the power to stop the heavily increased onslaught engineered by Colin P. Balliram… Question is – does he want to, or will he be too busy with the conference and continued WUG recruitment to read my howls of outrage? *winks….
Who is it that flies into my PC hidden in the Mybroadband newsletter, each time I access blogger.com to publish? It's just sheer coincidence, and unrelated? Whatever….
There's no way the Strategist can claim ignorance of my situation right now, and I suggest that my request will ultimately show which side of the fence Jannie really occupies…

If these cold-blooded and devastating physical attacks are allowed to continue, one may safely assume that my allegations have been correct, and that the Beast endorses and backs the employment of criminals to run the Big Brother Operation… *belches….
The sudden and miraculous recovery of Missus B.Snr’s agonising hands is proof enough that van Zyl is paying attention… *flaps it's own crippled hands….

While the Reservist appears confident that Nayager will ultimately don the Correctional Service orange, I don’t share his optimism at all… Besides, he's only ONE half of a nauseating Twosome employed to create chaos and disorder here in the Zone, is he not Earl? *snarls…
After hearing what went down at yesterday’s GOCOC Meeting, and the remarks made by the Mayville Station Commander, I wouldn’t be surprised to find the Women-Abuser back on his throne at Dodge City in the near future.. Interesting times fosho…..

How often have I seen that black-clad unidentifiable motorcycle rider leave the Druglord’s ex-Mistress’ side-road and go on up the Crescent? Only once? Twice? Never a hand raised in greeting in the past, can I now look forward to a wave at our next fleeting encounter? *winks…

LATER at 8.35pm

I sent the Reservist a text at sparrow’s today, apologising for my bad behaviour last night.. Some considerable while later, he called and generously forgave me…*beams.. Did he discuss my sms with anyone before making the call, or was the delay due to Network problems? While I'm delighted by his kindness, I trust no-one at all.. Justifiably…

Did someone suggest on Monday night to Balliram that he now continue to keep the power output running way above the regulatory levels in our home? *looks at the young Councillor with interest… After a mild start, the emissions were set at full earache level for the day, and have only subsided this evening, though certainly not reduced down to an acceptable degree…..
Where does the earache kick in at it's sharpest?
The kitchen has three jackpoints and the overhead neon tube, and is often used to great effect to send me ‘messages’… The passage and the bedroom, (despite switching off the jackpoint). Here at the desk is a lulu, and in my corner of the lounge where I sit watching the telly.. Ooops, don’t forget out on the verandah as well.. Areas in between, have the sharp pain mysteriously disappearing...*grins..

Wednesday 13th October at 3.20am…

Okay, now that WAS interesting…. I got out of bed ten minutes ago and listened until the receiver/transmitter kicked in outside, and then went and made a coffee.. I went back and stood next to my bed before the first jab of earache arrived for the day… The noisy little beam woke the Saddo and had him at his post within minutes…? Is that dedication or WHAT? *falls over laughing..

After one or two spiteful jabs, it's vanished for the moment as I sit here at the desk, and I'm duly grateful… Grateful that he’s cooled it, however temporarily? Nope – that he’s made it so much easier for me to pinpoint and describe how his skills at increasing my ear-pressure, have now been escalated to actual earache…. *beams…
My broken wrists have done a complete Lazarus as well, though you can rest assured he’ll get back to them later…*winks..

The Druglord’s favourite Monkey made Page 3 of yesterday’s Daily News, and it's time to buy a second scrapbook… He defended his unlawful conduct as Head of Station by saying he had seen his Accuser in a compromising situation FFS… Does this not perfectly endorse what I've been telling you all along? That Tweedledumb and Tweedledee are nothing more than glorified Peeping Toms?
Heavily disguised as a SAPS Station Commander and a (wait for it) Intelligence Agent, they're a sick joke.. I'm told that Nayager would frequently run pornographic movies in his office and insist that certain staff members join him to watch..*ill…. Policing is in his blood? You have to be kidding me… Bullying, criminal activities are this charming duo’s forte, and you'd do best to remember that..*eyeroll….

I spoke to the VC last night.. We were both using fixed lines and once the conversation turned to Dodge City, our Network Controller immediately began creating dead areas on the line… I've described before how I can ‘hear’ that my side of the connection has been dumbed out, though I can clearly hear the person the other end, they can't hear me, while the tweak lasts….
Anyone care to explain how this practise can be described as standard behaviour by an Official Monitor for our Head of Intelligence? No-one?

This pathetic excuse for a Spy should rightly have been removed from his post, along with his Mentor, yonks ago, when they first began displaying their perverted idiosyncracies…. If you're comfortable having these two repulsive individuals continue holding so much power, then you pretty much deserve what could in theory, happen to you and yours down the line..
Don’t give me that they're unique and that their enrolment (sp) to the Information Theft Scheme was in any way an error of judgement…
Both cut from the same cloth, they're the material deemed most suitable for the job in hand, by those running this circus…

Are the OldBoys Network still as adamant as ever that in three years time these low-life specimens and their ilk will have been eradicated? My guess is that were this to happen, at least two thirds of the Big Brother Project would be rudderless and without Area Controllers or Monitors… *grins…
Yeah baby! With the Good Guys now few and far between, the Authors have gone out of their way to seek out the likes of Tweedledumb and Tweedledee as perfect candidates for the job..*spews..

I had it unnecessarily confirmed yesterday that Earl Michael Barnabas is as heavily involved in his Drug Empire as ever he was, and yet he continues to sit at the right hand of the ShaikBoyz… *gags…
The WUGS have been created to grant easy access to your homes and privacy by, in many cases, scum such as Nayager and Balliram… Odd things happening to your PC? Small, almost insignificant corruptions to programs that previously ran without a glitch?
Your house lights flickering and your bulbs bursting as your Local Controller attempts to access your privacy and gets the power output wrong?
Fear not, he’ll/she’ll keep trying, though you may lose a few electrical items until they get it right…
However IT savvy you think you are, you can't prevent this from happening, and you and yours will, like us, become an open book for the criminals in charge to peruse at their leisure…

It's now 4.30am, and I managed to unlock and open the front door to let fat Sophie go outside, without a replay of yesterday's savage physical attack by our Network Admin… *blinks…
As I sit here, the pressure in my ears increases, along with the familiar shriek, though as yet the actual earache holds off…
With each blatant attack I figure my descriptions are becoming more coherent and plausible.. To those with a bent for this particular field at least… *beams.. I want you to feel the pain? Well, you're certainly achieving your base desires there, Sicko, though as always, your lack of control gives me the ammo I need….

My kid gets back from the UK this Thursday… AFAIK she’ll be carrying three pieces she sculpted while the Aviator flew the balloon…. Would you care to see them, even in their unfinished form? She sent pics to my gmail addie, so it should be a doddle for our Head of Infestation to give you a dekko….
If you’ve any pull at Jan Smuts or King Shaka, please have the authorities handle them carefully and the same applies to my dear girl… *grins.. Her arrival back in the country will naturally be documented here, and any oddness that occurs up at the rondy since the ‘breakin’ a few weeks back, will of course be blogged in due course…. *looks at the travesty of a Secret Agent…

Getting too hot for you there Balliram? Hopefully it's going to get even hotter fairly soon…*waves to Johan Booysens…

It took me a while to figure out where to find my spambox on blogger, but I did… *goes purple…. There was nothing there to raise even a flicker of hope in my heart… Earn money? How I wish ja… As nothing more than a leech on the GW’s rapidly dwindling resources, I'd be proud to contribute even the smallest amount, but earning money from my blog isn't an option..
Besides, the trundling bot that goes by each day is unlikely to have a budget that includes toads, and nor is Balliram about to part with his filthy lucre.. Google ads? I’ll pass if you don’t mind… *grins..